For Celesteiskindagay .

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"Pop another bottle!" She slurred over her words, nearly falling over on her own heels. Ema popped off the lid, spraying alcohol everywhere.

Chants filled the room, as (Y/N) giggled, wrapping her arm around some random dude. When kids were told that if you smile too much, you'd get wrinkles, (Y/N) could've just been a pile of wrinkles at that point.

She looked around, seeing everyone in there own little world. Maya was snorting crushed up Cheetos, Miles was drinking heavy amounts of vodka, Pearl looked confused with her Hawaiian Punch, or what she hoped to be it, Apollo trying to get everyone under control, Klavier offering the other boy a drink, Godot and Francy were doing back flips outside, Larry was fainted, and his girlfriend, who was some lavender haired girl with bright purple eyes, was smoking pot.

(Y/N) was just a giggling mess. The only person who wasn't there was Phoenix, her boss, doing something in his office late a night. She didn't really care. And exactly what she thought, everyone but Miles, Pearl, Apollo weren't drunk.

She on the other hand, was just extremely tipsy. (Y/N) and Miles had a vodka shots challenges, which his Russian-like ass won. (Y/N) was just bored now. She could go commit a murder and spice this up, but that would take too long.

She pulled out her phone, seeing if there was anything that would waste her time. (Y/N) went through her Instagram, her Reddit, and her Twitter but there was still nothing.

So, she went to her last resort, Messages.

Now, if she was even slightly more sober, than she would be fully aware how stupid this was. Sadly,
(Y/N) wasn't. She was going to send a drunken text to someone.

Who?

Well, that was her next thought. She scrolled through it, trying to avoid her crush/boss. There was no way in her drink-induced mind that she would message him.

"Oo~, is (Y/N) texting her boyfriend?" Ema smirked, wrapping her arm around the other. She was still holding the drink, making it slosh onto (Y/N)

"I don't have," She stopped to hiccup, "anything but a crush." In a sober mind state, Ema, Trucy, Klavier, Maya, and Pearl would be the last people to tell. Well, that would actually belong to her crush himself, Phoenix Wright. Apollo, Godot, and Miles would be her first choices.

"Who!" Ema and Trucy's ears perked up at the opportunity for romance.

"Are you all stupid? It's obviously Wright. She basically fangirls over him at every moment." Miles rolled his eyes. He was close with the both of them, so he kind of got what they were feelings.

"Ooo~." Mostly everyone smirked, and Pearl skipped over.

"Miss (L/N), I know Nick loves Maya, but you're attractive enough to be his girlfriend too!" She giggled, clinging onto the other girl's thighs. Pearl couldn't reach her waist, but (Y/N) took the jester nicely.

"Why don't you text him your feelings?" Apollo asked, being slightly sane

"Mister Justice, you fucking idiot she's dru-"
Miles started, but was cut off by chants of people agreeing.

"Yeah! Text him!" Chants of everyone but Miles and Apollo filled the room. (Y/N) grinned, clicking on his name.

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(Y/N) didn't remember anything from that night as she woke up. All she knew was that her head hurt and she couldn't feel her arms. She was praying she didn't break them.

Slowly getting up, she found herself on Apollo's, who was the party host's, floor. (Y/N) groaned, worried of what might have happened. Just then, she heard footsteps.

"Morning (Y/N). Apollo called me over and said you fainted on his floor. How you feeling?" A male's voice asked. She immediately knew it was her boss, Phoenix.

"A-Ah! I'm really sorry Nick, I may or may not have gotten drunk." She guilty said, picking herself up, before tripping over her own heels.

"How much did you even drink?" He asked, leaning down to pick her up.

"I did shots with Miles, but lost after round seven." She said, a giggle lurking in her voice.

"And the last thing you remember was?" Phoenix asked.

"Last thing I remember was..." Her face turned bright red, "oh fucking shit... Um, Nick, can I have your phone?"

"Hm? Why?"

"No-"

A buzz came from his phone, which Phoenix quickly got lost in. It was something about defending a whale. (Y/N) hoped that her boss hadn't lost his mind.

He hung up only seconds later, "Hey, (Y/N), did you text me while you were drunk?" She jumped, almost losing balance. (Y/N) grabbed his phone, opening her message and deleting it. "What?"

Much to her pleasure, he never found out.